SEE HER SQUIRT lay restless in my bed that night, not knowing whether Jane had even seen me outside, or if she had did she recognise me? I awaited the sound of nearing police cars and every time I heard a siren off in the distance I convinced myself that squirting girls were coming to my house.
I did not catch one wink of sleep that night; I decided that Jane must have waited until the morning to call the police and so sat in my front room awaiting their arrival. When they did not come by six o’clock in the evening I think I allowed myself to breathe for the first time since we had made eye contact the previous night.
I somewhat convinced myself that she must not squirting girls have seen me, but I could swear that in that moment of eye contact there had been a hint of recognition.